[Verse 1]
We were sauced right there on Brighton beach
You a goth and I was such a peach
I sought to be the best at it
PC Plod he still arrested it

[Chorus]
We're getting over it
We're sweating over it
That makes you happy (Oh-oh)
I'm happy too (Ooh!)

(La-la-la La-la-la-la)
(La-la-la La-la-la-la)

[Verse 2]
You're game in spite of everything
Page B and then she'll be some things
Your name carved on my Brighton rock
My name can be your mental block

[Chorus]
We're getting over it
We're sweating over it
That makes you happy (Oh-oh)
I'm happy too (Ooh!)